I could see trust, fear and desire in them and a frisson ran through me, lifting the hairs down my back and arms.I leaned in and planted a gentle kiss... on the tip of her nose and caressed her cheek.“Take care of you,” and I turned and walked out of the door. I paused at the gate, turning to receive and return a blown kiss before the door closed.As I walked home, the moisture on my cheeks was cold in the night air.My mother sensed my mood when I walked into the kitchen, even though she did not. Now I, at the front, and Deniece, at the rear, tugged and pulled the ropes to their position at each of Cinnamon's feet and hands. We would tightly bond Cinnamon to the table, her escape not possible while we gazed upon her naked body. From the ceiling above her head was suspended a special mask, one designed to cover and hold Cinnamon's head up but allow easy access to her precious red lips. The mask blinded her, constricted her head slightly, but did not interfere with her ability to take her. Later that night I discreetly removed it and held it to my cheek. It was hard to get any privacy since a single bunk might need to accomdate three prisoners at a time but I turned over onto my side and stroked my cock rigorously. I had to be careful not to wake my neighbor and tried to minimize any excessive body movements. Exhaustion and lack of real nuitrition made such body functions frustratingly difficult. I am sure that I was not the only person in the camp who indulged in this activity.. I must have drifted off to sleep, totally exhausted. It was early evening when I woke at the sound of my door opening, as Jack entered I spread my legs wide, pulling my labia apart with both hands, he chuckled, I giggled, he crawled between them, licking my cunt expertly, I was moaning as he worked his way up my body, sucking my now huge super sensitive nipples, loving his mouth on them, his cock entered me as he kissed me, our tongues exploring, his shaft deep, slow, rhythmic, I could feel the.